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She's not, too phat, he's not, too thinIt's the, shit seducin' your dreamsYou can't act like you want it, and can't act when you like it.Here your getting down with angela, and hear the shit's tight knitDamn...After the date yo, she wont get off your chestNext thing ya know, oh, she made a big messComing to realize you ain't the one bustin' tha flow oah...You're in to late and you like it, so with this you'll address ho..I'm not the feeling inside of youI'm the urge with which there's actionTicking defibrillation's dauntedOn the pinnacle of your satisfactionYou...you...Blame your laziness on the societyYou...you...Are a lot more sane according to formalitiesYou...ooh...Can't fuck shit until ya get this ride out of meNoo..no..nooTime to be feeling inside, most cry loud for meYour random impulses, generate your stupidity,In tandem, convulsions; like getting closer to meDipped in the waters, of sweet satisfactionLetras de cancionesYou're ripped from her arms, in search of some actionYou...Think its new, when you maraud the rest willinglyJust to fuck the view, of tha niggas who contest courteouslyYour blatant skills, acquired so self-preservinglyIncestuous skills, you'd do well and good to learn from meYour sands are impressed with time by your lucidityJust to fall short, with a finite hourglasses pityShe's coming too, along with your realizationsAnd who knew the one you'd hate anyway?!?!You...you...Blame your craziness on the realityYou...you...Aren't a lot more sane according to totalityYou...ooh...You can fuck yourself anyway without meNo..nooYour not down, fo crime, fuckin any dayTime's not fleeting it's beside youTimed to purge the bile caused from lackingSelf-concept and self-limitationLooking to mirrors who's' aren'tcho's fo reflectingYou...you...Got the time someday?You...you...Should do the crime anywayYou..ooh...Will do the time somewayNo..no..nooTime to be feeling the tides, the sands all for free From Letras Mania